On this joyous day of Epiphany when Christmas finally puts away its decorations and celebrates the arrival of the Three Kings, I stare bleakly ahead to the rest of the month of January without the overweaning company of my best friend Mr Booze. Every January is the same although this year I have deferred by six days for purely selfish reasons. As a quid pro quo the plan is that in February I will drink only at weekends (Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday). I will do it of course, I always do; the first three days are the worst and then it's OK. Just so profoundly and utterly dull. I am seeing this evening off with a bottle of 2005 cabernet franc from dodgy Tony in the Veneto region. Delicious. I leave you with a shot of our Christmas tree in the snow and a heavy heart.
